The dogs seek preys!
These dogs want to hunt
But there’s no prey
The hunter, dog trainer
Now must suffer the venom
Of these dogs.
So now he moans, he moans
The dogs swoop on his treasured
Body parts. Now scattered in trillion
bags.
The hunter seeks soul help
But oh! Who, who will deliver
The god from the might of it’s
Handiwork? Who? Who?
21:40, 7/10/2012, Legon.
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